Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Qatar and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Idris Muhammad to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Fluxion,
Yazoo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cameo,
Robert Hood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Massinfluence,
The Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Arthur Verocai,
Cecil Taylor,
Q and Not U,
Soul II Soul,
Stiv Bators,
Con Funk Shun,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
H. Thieme,
Derrick Morgan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lakeside,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faust,
Desert Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hardrive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agent Orange,
Sandy B,
The Real Kids,
The Misunderstood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Duran Duran,
Ludus,
Silicon Teens,
This Heat,
Zapp,
Boredoms,
Rekid,
Skaos,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül,
One Last Wish,
Groovy Waters,
Magma,
Stereo Dub,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Star Department,
Symarip,
the Swans,
The Slackers,
Technova,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.